tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805716.post5654884412393577776..comments2024-02-10T08:21:19.099+00:00Comments on Kapitano: CheeseKapitanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14647896216499813443noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805716.post-21402464312335362052009-04-21T02:51:00.000+01:002009-04-21T02:51:00.000+01:00Clearly, you failed the obedience test of the rela...Clearly, you failed the obedience test of the relationship. You were supposed to say <I>How high?</I> when he said <I>Jump!</I>.eroswingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06678990077292314028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805716.post-64000987186176617322009-04-20T12:11:00.000+01:002009-04-20T12:11:00.000+01:00@MJ:
We don't have many rolling hills or waterfal...@MJ:<br /><br />We don't have many rolling hills or waterfalls where I live, but we do have quite a lot of cars.<br /><br />I'm not sure how there can be enough street space to house all the people with cars, but not enough for all the cars to be parked at the same time. Some mathematician has probably worked it out.<br /><br /><br /><br />@TardisGirl:<br /><br />I can't remember what type he liked - but it would have been something ever-so-slightly unconventional but not really.<br /><br />I'm a cheese-choc-wine fan. Though it turns out (recent research has shown) that any cheese makes different wines taste about the same. So maybe the cheese at cheese'n'wine parties is there to cover up the cheap wine.<br /><br />As for why people want you to be happy but only by liking what <I>they</I> like, I put it down to (a) confusion (b) insecurity and (c) being a bit silly.Kapitanohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14647896216499813443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805716.post-8241404662898218942009-04-20T05:41:00.000+01:002009-04-20T05:41:00.000+01:00We stopped at a petrol station shop for drinksA pe...<I>We stopped at a petrol station shop for drinks</I><BR><BR>A petrol station…part of any romantic walk.The Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109289531733623207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805716.post-12928578218291516612009-04-20T02:56:00.000+01:002009-04-20T02:56:00.000+01:00Why do people always tell you to do what you think...Why do people always tell you to do what you think best and then get mad because you do it? <br /><br />So what was his favourite cheese?<br /><br />I adore cheese in almost all its forms. To me, it is one of three things (the others being wine and chocolate) which proves God loves me and wants me to be happy...and slightly inebriated. :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805716.post-60232813500172849602009-04-19T18:44:00.000+01:002009-04-19T18:44:00.000+01:00Um...
Two and a half years.
It was one of those ...Um...<br /><br />Two and a half years.<br /><br />It was one of those "I don't actually like you but I think I love you" things. I needed a mentor, he needed an anchor, we both needed a friend, but neither of us really needed the other.<br /><br />All I can say is, it seemed quite sensible at the time, and now seems bizarre that we managed to put up with each other for more than a month.Kapitanohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14647896216499813443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805716.post-9943553861151682482009-04-19T18:07:00.000+01:002009-04-19T18:07:00.000+01:00How long were you together?How long were you together?CyberPetehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08162744785244322710noreply@blogger.com